After you left
you left with her sense of pain
She has turned her heart into a battle field
and her skin pays the price of the war
at every thought she has of you
is a blade mark on her wrist
Every good memory of you
has a needle whole on her fingers
The pain her skin feels
drives out the pain of war in her heart
her body became a field of
scars in your name
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